Author: Li Bai
Early in the morning, I bid farewell to Jiangling city, which is high into the sky, thousands of miles away, and the boat is only one day away.
The cries of apes on both sides of the strait are still unconsciously crowing in their ears, and the canoe has passed the heavy green hills.
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The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand. -(Tang) Du Fu's Ascending the Mountain
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining. -(Tang) Bai Juyi's Pipa Trip
When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, passing through the canyons, rocks and swirling water in Qingtang; Then the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. I tried to listen to the monkeys in your distant sky. -(Tang) Li Bai's Long March